Original subtitles

Where's the officer of the watch, Chief?

Nature called, ma'am.

If you wanna, I'll get him.

Not necessary.

Kind of late to be going on liberty, Lieutenant.

I just got off midwatch.

Well, I didn't figure

Mr. Holbarth would stick you

with that, ma'am.

I mean, he usually reserves midnight to 4:00

for sailors needing motivating.

You're on watch, Chief.

Well, I'm single, Lieutenant.

Wouldn't be fair having a married chief stand watch

her first weekend in port.

Request permission to leave the ship?

Very well, ma'am.

How much are they paying you, Chief?

A hundred bucks a watch.

[Roberts] Sorry, Chief.

Must've been all that fresh fruit

that we got on board when we docked.

Usually happens to me after a long deployment.

Too much fresh fruit?

No. Too much booze on liberty.

[ chuckles]

[Lamb] Mr. Roberts.

Has Lieutenant Schonke gone ashore?

-Yes, sir. -No, sir.

Which is it?

She just signed out, Lieutenant.

Where the hell were you, Mr. Roberts?

I was in the head, sir.

Nobody's supposed to leave this ship without

the officer of the watch giving permission, mister.

I know, sir but...

Ensign Roberts was indisposed, Lieutenant,

and I was acting officer of the watch, sir.

Permission to leave this ship.

Very well, sir.

Mr. Roberts, I have observed

in my 17 years in the Navy

that some of her officers are full of horse puckey.

[ both chuckling]

We can get eggs and pancakes on the ship, Chief.

I don't know why you'd want

to pay for them at a diner.

Mr. Roberts, if you have to ask that

after six months at sea,

I can't explain it to you.

Isn't that Lieutenant Schonke?

Oh, my God.

Mr. Roberts, don't touch anything.

Following in his father's footsteps

as a naval aviator,

Lieutenant Commander Harmon Rabb, Jr.,

suffered a crash while landing his Tomcat

on a storm-tossed carrier at sea.

Diagnosed with night blindness,

Harm transferred to the Navy's Judge Advocate General Corps,

which investigates, defends and prosecutes the law of the sea.

There, with fellow JAG lawyer, Major Sarah MacKenzie,

he now fights in and out of the courtroom

with the same daring and tenacity

that made him a top gun in the air.

[thundering]

[thunder cracks]

[thunder rumbling]

[slow R&B playing]

[Schonke's voice] Dear Harm...

two weeks out in heavy seas

and I'm not the least bit seasick,

but my bunkmate Lieutenant, Sarah Williams,

is begging me to put her out of her misery.

I guess all those sailors in my gene pool

is the difference...

and don't you dare make a pun out of that.

Buona sera.

I'm writing this by moonlight.

In the trattoria below, a violin is playing Vivaldi.

It's so romantic, I could die.

Why am I on liberty in Capri with Sarah

instead of a tall, dark, handsome... Italian?

[laughs]

[thunder rumbling]

[sighs]

[knock at door]

Hey.

You forgot.

The Lieutenant Murphy court-martial.

Yeah, you were going to fix dinner,

and we'd lay out the case.

Sorry, Mac, look, can I have a rain check?

Oh, very funny.

No, seriously, something's come up.

I was just leaving.

Look, I'll grab my jacket and walk you to your car.

An old shipmate of mine's in town

just for the evening.

I haven't seen him in years.

We're going to get together and...

have a drink.

No wonder you looked like you'd seen a ghost

when we first met.

This could be me.

Not really. Come on, Mac. I got to get going.

To meet a friend?

Shipmate.

With a weapon.

Talk to me, Harm.

You only look like Diane, Mac.

Your personalities are as different as night and day.

We met at the academy.

After graduation, I went to flight school.

She went to Crypto.

Pursuing separate careers, we, uh...

we missed more than we connected.

Hmm, it happens.

Two years ago, she was coming back

after six months of sea duty.

We were going to get together for a week

up at her parents' cabin in Maine

and talk about the future...

Our future.

What happened?

She was murdered.

[man] All right, you know the drill...

The usual search for a murder weapon.

I want everything checked.

Check the bushes, the dumpsters,

the trash cans...

Check everything.

Get a couple of divers off of that pier.

Have them check around the carrier.

That's where I'd have dumped it.

Looky, looky, looky... JAG.

Yes, sir. Lieutenant Commander Rabb.

This is Lieutenant, J.G., Austin.

I can read rank, Mr. Rabb.

I didn't mean to imply that you couldn't, sir.

Brian Tur-que.

N.C.I.S. agent on board the Seahawk.

We're looking forward to working with you,

Agent Turkey.

It's "Tur-que," but that's okay.

I heard about you, Commander.

JAG's hotshot investigator.

Just remember...

This murder happened on myturf.

Anything you come up with, I get.

And anything you come up with?

I get that, too.

What have you got so far, Agent Tur-que?

White female, shot twice in the chest at close range.

She was the Crypto officer on board.

Lieutenant Diane Schonke.

Any witnesses?

[Chegwidden] The victim was a girlfriend of Commander Rabb's?

[Krennick] An academy classmate.

N.C.I.S. is demanding

to have him removed from the investigation.

Demanding?

Yes, sir.

Specifically the investigator

on board the Seahawk:

An Agent Turkey.

Turkey? You're kidding me.

No, sir.

[chuckles]

And I thought Chegwidden was bad.

He's demanding that Lieutenant Commander Rabb

be removed from the investigation, sir.

Nobody pulls a JAG officer off an investigation,

except me or God and he hadn't asked.

Well, technically, this Turkey...

[chuckling]

His life in high school must have been hell.

Oh, I'm sure it was, sir.

Anyway, as I was saying, technically, this...

N.C.I.S. agent has jurisdiction.

You have a solution?

Yes, sir.

I take point in the JAG investigation.

Allison, you're a hell of a prosecutor,

but you're not a murder investigator.

I would be with Commander Rabb as my assistant.

I admit it's walking the ethical tightrope,

but it would combine his skills with my judgment,

which is free of his emotional entanglement.

Do it.

You have a devious mind, Allison.

Thank you, sir.

[Harm] Everybody knew Commander Krennick

had her sights set on the Admiral's chair.

And you.

Bud said you threw her more red lights

than the beltway at rush hour.

Bud has loose lips.

I understand Krennick was quite a temptress.

Come on, Mac.

I wouldn't get involved with a superior officer

any more than you would.

More coffee?

No. Thanks.

So Commander Krennick took over the investigation?

Flew in that afternoon.

Made it very clear she was running the investigation

by having me follow a polite two steps to the rear.

Even excluded me

from interrogating the prime suspect...

Lieutenant Lamb.

[Turkey] Why did you, uh, run after her?

We were supposed to meet for dinner tonight.

Hard to believe it happened less than 24 hours ago.

You had a dinner date?

Yes.

You're here to observe, Lieutenant, not question.

You were saying?

I ran after Diane because I didn't have her shore phone number

and we hadn't decided where to meet for dinner.

Did you, uh... catch up to her?

No. Never saw her.

Were you and Lieutenant Schonke...

lovers?

Just good friends.

Really.

Interesting.

How long did you know Lieutenant Schonke?

A little over two months.

She joined us late in the deployment.

Replaced a Crypto officer

whose wife was killed in a car crash.

[Krennick] And you were officer

of the deck last night, Commander?

That's correct.

That's unusual, isn't it, sir?

The exec standing watch?

Well, I suppose so.

But we'd just docked after six months at sea.

Most of the ship's crew was on leave.

With the skipper called away to Washington,

I had to stay on board anyway,

so I decided to stand a watch.

And Lieutenant Schonke was junior officer of the deck?

During the midwatch, yes.

[Krennick] And Lieutenant Lamb?

He was communications officer during the midwatch.

Commander Holbarth...

where did those officers stand their watches?

Lieutenant Lamb in the comm room...

Lieutenant Schonke was right here on the bridge.

In port, watches are usually stood on the quarterdeck,

but since it was our first night in dock,

I decided to stand it here.

Yes, sir.

So Lieutenant Schonke was here with you, sir?

Yes. The junior officer of the deck

is the officer of the deck's assistant.

Gave you four hours to chat.

About the ship, Commander.

We may be tied to a dock,

but there were dozens of situations

which required my attention.

There was little time for chitchat.

Did you notice anything odd in her behavior, sir?

She seemed anxious to get the watch over and get ashore,

but everyone did.

Was anybody unusually interested in her?

Yes.

Who?

I don't know.

Oh, come on, Lieutenant.

Diane told me

she felt someone was always watching her.

Stalking her?

Of course someone was always watching her.

There were 5,000 men on this ship

and she was a beautiful woman.

You think she was being paranoid?

No.

And why is that, Lieutenant?

Because she was murdered.

[Mackenzie] Was Lamb lying about Diane being stalked?

He lied about having a date

with her that Saturday.

She was on her way to spend the week with me.

Did you confront him what that?

No.

Krennick didn't want me to tip him off.

She wanted to gather more evidence first.

Yeah, to build her case.

It's what you'd normally do.

But you didn't want to take him to trial, did you?

You wanted to kill him.

[Mackenzie] Did you love her that much?

I didn't realize how much until she was gone.

That's always the way, isn't it?

Not always.

I don't know which is worse:

Killing for someone you love or dying for them?

Mac, I didn't mean to open that wound.

[sighs]

Do you hold it against me for looking like Diane?

Of course not.

Then don't apologize for saying something

that reminded me of Dalton.

Did Agent Turkey think Lieutenant Lamb did it?

I don't know what he was thinking.

He seemed more interested in getting rid of me

than solving the murder.

Sorry, I'm late.

I was going over the leave and liberty rosters.

Lieutenant Commander Rabb.

Harm?

Sorry, sir.

I'm, I'm Sarah Williams, Diane's bunkmate.

[Rabb] I wasn't informed

they'd found you.

[sniffles]

[sobbing]

If you're done consoling the Lieutenant,

I have some questions.

S-Sorry, sir.

I just know how close they were.

It's nothing to apologize for, Sarah.

How close were they,Lieutenant?

[Williams] She spoke of Harm...

Commander Rabb... often.

They'd been friends since the academy.

Did she have any other... friends?

You mean was she involved in a romantic relationship?

Yes...

if only for a night.

[Williams] None that I knew of.

[Turkey] Was she gay?

No, Diane was not gay.

But if she were,

wouldn't that constitute a romantic relationship?

How do you explain a sexually attractive

young female, at sea

with thousands of men, having no romantic contacts?

It's against Navy regs,

although she did get hit on a lot.

By who?

Lieutenant Lamb.

He's one of those officers who doesn't get the word no matter

how many times the Navy puts it out.

[Roberts] You have no idea how difficult it is

escorting a civilian

on a tour of the flight deck during flight ops.

That's, uh, flight operations.

Got it.

Everyone's wearing helmets and earplugs.

The only way that you can communicate

is by using hand signals.

So, I came up with, like, this little system, right,

where sort of like the symbols on the road signs

where the first time you see them,

you understand them.

Like, uh...

Follow me?

Uh-huh. Or, uh...

Watch your step?

Right. Or...

Look right?

Look left?

Stop?

Try this one.

Mark your territory?

Uh, no, sir. No, um, uh...

Shake a leg?

Hurry up?

Yes, ma'am.

Would you excuse us, Mr. Roberts?

Uh, did I do something wrong, sir?

No. I'd just like to speak to the Lieutenant privately.

Oh, uh, sorry.

Yes, sir, um, I'll, uh...

on my way.

What's up?

Lamb was harassing Diane.

She complained to Commander Holbarth.

Why didn't he say anything when you questioned him?

That's what Krennick's going find out.

I knew something wasn't right when Lamb said

Schonke told him that she was being stalked.

Because he wasthe stalker.

He left the ship, you know.

What?

He went ashore to grab some lunch.

He'll be back at 1400 to stand his watch.

Harm, don't do it!

He may be fleeing!

If he is, we'll get a warrant. Harm!

[hatch door slams]

[Krennick] Why didn't you tell us Lieutenant Schonke

complained of being harassed by Lieutenant Lamb?

It wasn't a formal complaint.

You didn't report it.

No.

Commander, it's a violation

of Navy regs for a superior officer

to ignore reports of sexual harassment...

Formal or informal.

I know, I know, but Lieutenant Schonke

emphasized that Lieutenant Lamb

hadn't overtly harassed her.

She said that it was borderline

and she wanted me to talk to him

before she had to make it official.

This could end my career, couldn't it?

It isn't going to help it.

You should have protected yourself, Commander.

Lieutenant Lamb was a good officer.

I didn't want anything official marring his record.

Did you follow up with Lieutenant Schonke?

Yeah, several days later.

She said he'd stopped speaking to her

except as necessary in the performance of their duties.

Started stalking her instead.

What?

Lieutenant Lamb and Williams claim

the victim said someone

was stalking her.

No, no, no, no, no.

She never reported that to me.

I'd have acted on it if she did.

And why would she tell Lieutenant Lamb?

Probably didn't want to ruin his career either.

It was her way of warning him to stop stalking her.

Being nice may have cost her her life.

[laughter]

Then I explained it to him

and he still didn't get it.

[chuckling]

[bell ringing]

[laughter and lively chatter]

What can I get for you, Commander?

Just coffee.

May I help you, sir?

You're one of the JAG officers

investigating the murder, aren't you?

She didn't deserve to die like that.

She didn't deserve to die at all.

Uh, no. Of course not.

That was a stupid thing for me to say.

Yeah, it was stupid.

[clears throat]

Well, if you'll excuse me, sir, I have a watch to...

Sit down, Lieutenant.

Why did you run after Diane at 4:00 in the morning?

It's in my statement.

I didn't think she'd leave the ship

so soon after going off midwatch.

We'd had a date for Saturday night

and I didn't have her shore phone number.

What a coincidence.

Diane and I had a date on Saturday night.

You knew her?

So, how could you have a date with her

when Idid, Mr. Lamb?

I, uh...

I-I-I didn't.

I was hoping to get one.

So you lied in your statement.

I didn't kill her.

You stalked her.

That wasn't me.

I was the one who told the inquiry she was being stalked.

And you were the one who told the inquiry you had a date with her, too.

It was somebody else, I swear.

You sexually harassed her, didn't you?

I may have told a few off-color jokes, but I...

When she reported you to the X.O...

What?!

You started stalking her.

No!

You lying son of a bitch!

Hey, hey, whoa!

Commander, no!

No! He killed Diane!

If he did, this isn't going to prove it, sir.

It's just going to get you court-martialed.

Consider yourself restricted to the ship, Lieutenant.

Escort him back on board, Chief...

Aye, sir.

And then report my assault to the X.O.

What assault, sir?

I didn't kill Diane, but I can understand

how someone in love with her feels.

Let's go, Chief.

[thunder rumbling]

[Mackenzie] You went into that diner,

thinking Lieutenant Lamb killed Diane.

But after you confronted him, you weren't so sure, were you?

I still suspected him.

But you were beginning to have doubts...

reasonable doubts.

Maybe.

Good thing you didn't go

into that diner with a weapon.

You could have killed an innocent man.

[thunderclap]

I didn't say Lieutenant Lamb was innocent.

I said I had doubts.

Give me the weapon, Mac.

It's probably not your only weapon anyway.

What happened next?

I got to go.

Oh, come on, Harm.

You oweme the rest of the story.

Why?

Because...

"Because" has never been a valid reason

for anything, Mac.

You don't tell a joke

and not deliver the punch line.

Oh, I'm not telling a joke.

Now, you want me to lock you in or out?

Well, then tell me because I'm your partner.

That's why I'm not going to tell you, Mac.

Harm, I don't want to see you take a life

and throw away yours.

You don't know what I'm going to do.

Idon't know what I'm going to do.

What happened after you slugged Lieutenant Lamb?

Krennick's coming on to me wasn't about sex.

It was about power.

I was the hot hand in JAG

and represented a potential rival.

So, she tried to use sex to control you.

Very masculine approach.

Well, that's a very feminine assumption.

Touché.

And... Krennick heard I slugged Lamb,

it was the perfect excuse she needed to get rid of me.

Ma'am.

Ma'am.

[shop bell ringing]

[bell ringing]

I guess the word's out.

Did you think slugging a junior officer in a crowded hash house would go unnoticed?

It'll headline the next issue of the Navy Times.

"JAG officer assaults suspect in carrier murder."

Is Turkey charging Lamb?

He didn't have the evidence to warrant it.

He harassed her, he stalked her,

and he chased after her the night she was murdered.

The victim told Commander Holbarth

that she thought Lieutenant Lamb might harass her.

Lieutenant Williams

said the victim didn't know who was stalking...

Stop calling her "the victim"!

Watch it, Commander.

If I were you, I'd toughen my hide.

Otherwise you're going to look like a fool.

No smoking!

Stuff it!

You'll have to stand Captain's mast.

And he said he wasn't going to file a complaint.

He isn't. Iam.

Damage control.

I need to disassociate myself from you.

Captain's mast could end my career.

Better yours than mine.

You meant that.

I'm not going to throw away my career

because you're pining over your academy sweetheart.

You're jealous.

Of a dead woman?

I don't think so.

Besides, you've made it perfectly clear

that we have no personal future.

Allison, don't do this.

If I don't report you,

Agent Turkey will make sure

that the Seahawkskipper does

when he returns on Monday.

That'll give me 36 hours

to find who killed Diane.

You'll need a confession.

I'll get it.

Just don't beat it out of him.

[Mackenzie] I can't believe you've been hunting a killer for two years,

and I knew nothing about it. [thundering]

You never kept a secret from me?

Did Commander Krennick put you on report?

I was the least of Krennick's worries.

What happened?

She was being stalked by Diane's killer.

[heavy breathing]

[heavy breathing]

[gasps]

Hello?

Hello? Is somebody there?

[grunts]

[whimpering]

[yells]

[gasping]

You okay, ma'am?

No! Somebody's after me.

I didn't find anyone, ma'am.

Well, he was there just a second ago.

I can have the area swept, ma'am,

but if someone was down there,

he's gone by now.

What do you mean, "if"?

Somebody was after me.

Yes, ma'am.

If you say so, ma'am.

[panting]

[sighs]

[gasps]

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to frighten you.

Not your fault, sir.

I'm a little edgy.

[Cahill] Gangway!

Sorry, sir. Ma'am.

What's going on, Gunnery Sergeant?!

Someone was stalking Commander Krennick, sir.

She believes it was Lieutenant Lamb,

and he hasn't been seen

since reporting back to the ship, sir.

Did you check his quarters?

On my way there now, sir.

Oh!

[Mackenzie] Lieutenant Lamb committed suicide?

Well, that's what Commander Krennick and Agent Turkey

concluded in their report.

The investigating board concurred.

Hard not to when you have a suicide note

admitting to sexual harassment, stalking and murder.

But you didn't buy it.

Lamb didn't commit suicide, Mac.

He was murdered by Diane's killer.

Whom you intend to kill.

Harm, wait!

Make your case.

Mac!

Come on, hotshot, make your case.

If you are so damn sure that Commander Krennick

and Agent Turkey were wrong, then prove it.

I can'tprove it in a court of law.

Do you see a judge or jury in here?

Prove it to me.

If I tell you, you'll be an accessory.

I'm already an accessory.

I'm obligated to report that you intend to kill someone.

Speculation, Counselor.

Now you think the Admiral will buy that

if you pull the trigger tonight?

How do you know that Lieutenant Lamb didn't commit suicide?

The suicide note was written on a computer.

The keys were smudged, there were no fingerprints.

The killer wrote the note.

Lamb could've written it and then smudged the keys as he typed.

He was killed with a Navy-issue nine-millimeter Beretta.

Diane was killed with a .38,

which was never found.

Lamb could've owned a .38

and tossed it after the murder.

Lamb was left-handed, Mac.

You don't shoot yourself with your right hand

if you're left-handed.

Did Krennick and Turkey know that?

It wasn't in their report.

When did youfind out?

Last week, when I checked the case file.

It was in Lamb's service record.

[sighs]

How could all three of you miss that?

I guess we were too preoccupied with each other.

[sighs]

[sighs]

[toilet flushing]

What the hell are you doing

in my quarters?

I, uh... wanted to return those letters to you...

privately.

Hope you don't mind I used your head.

I mind.

Where'd you get these?

Schonke's lockbox.

Either you're a very prolific writer...

or she saved every single letter

you ever sent to her.

You read them.

Part of the job, Rabb.

Oh, yeah, the good part.

Hey, look, I shouldn't even

be turning those over to you.

Technically,

they belong to her next of kin.

Then why are you?

Because we, uh, met

like a couple of junkyard dogs in a pound.

I'd like to think we could part like men.

By the way, for what it's worth,

if it was me...

I'd have slugged him, too.

[Mackenzie] Why the sudden change of attitude?

Case was closed. He had his murderer.

No point continuing the spitting contest.

Was Agent Turkey the N.C.I.S. Officer

on board the Seahawk?

Harm?

Took me two years

what just took you an hour to figure out.

[chuckles]

[sighs]

Turkey acted as though

he'd been assigned the case out of the Norfolk office

but, uh... he was on the ship the entire cruise.

So, he knew Diane?

Did better than that, Mac.

He murdered her.

I have a letter I found.

It's inadmissible in court.

It's inside.

I'll show it to you.

[car engine starting]

Harm!

[thunder cracks]

I got here as fast as I could, Major.

Were you able to find the N.C.I.S. personnel file?

Not without a code.

I can get in.

[thundering]

[sighs]

Uh, Major, you're dripping on my computer.

You should change into some dry clothes.

Harriet's got an extra uniform up in her locker.

Um, I don't think they'll fit, Bud.

Well, I mean, maybe not this way,

but this way.

I'm so sorry, Major.

That's okay.

This is about

the Lieutenant Schonke murder, isn't it?

You served on the Seahawkwith her.

Yes, ma'am. As public affairs officer,

I handled all her interviews.

She got a lot of media attention, pretty as she was

and being one of the first women on a warship.

What was she like?

Just look in the mirror, Major.

You never even mentioned it.

Well, you know, he never said anything,

but I think the Commander

just never wanted me to bring it up.

You just look like her.

Your voice is different.

She was a lot more fun.

I mean, she wasn't as squared away

as you are.

I guess it's just one of those sailor/marine things.

Got them.

[Mackenzie] He can't be in Seattle.

Well, apparently he is, ma'am...

unless he's on an investigation.

[sighs] I'll get the night number of his superior.

What was Turkey like?

Kind of reminded me of a walrus.

Did you ever see he and Lieutenant Schonke together?

Pardon?

On board, during the deployment.

Agent Turkey wasn't on the cruise.

He wasn't the N.C.I.S. agent on board?

No. What gave you that idea?

Damn you, Harm.

[Mackenzie] Besides Lieutenant Lamb,

who were the other possible suspects?

Ma'am, I wasn't even in JAG.

I just merely escorted the investigators around the ship.

Eavesdropping on everything they said.

Me, Major?

Bud, I don't have time for this.

Harm is on his way to meet someone

he believes murdered Lieutenant Schonke.

Who did they suspect?

[distant ship horn blares]

[Williams] I'm glad it ended this way.

I couldn't have taken a trial.

I don't even know how I'm going to go to the funeral.

I hadn't even thought about the funeral.

Will you go, sir?

Of course.

Well, maybe I'll see you there, but if I don't

I'm glad to have met someone

so close to Diane as you.

Nice to have met you, Lieutenant.

You, too, Lieutenant. Thank you.

She's taking this very hard.

Uh-huh. Any reason why she shouldn't?

No.

[Mackenzie] Lieutenant Austin suspected Williams?

It seemed that way to me

and she wasn't the only one, too.

There was lots of scuttlebutt on the ship

that Lieutenant Williams...

was a homosexual.

And she killed Diane in a jealous lesbian rage.

That is the homophobic cliché, isn't it?

Major, you asked me to tell you what I overheard.

I'm just trying to answer you.

You're right, Bud.

I stand corrected.

Who else was a suspect?

Well, Commander Holbarth's career would be over

if it got out that he ignored

Lieutenant Schonke's sexual harassment complaints.

In fact, I heard he and Commander Krennick

talking about it right after Lieutenant Lamb's suicide.

Well, I guess you can relax now, Commander Krennick.

Hmm, hardly.

I thought Lieutenant Lamb's confession

would wrap up the investigation.

It shortens the murder inquiry

but I still have to conduct a suicide investigation.

Isn't that just pro forma?

Nothing in the Navy is pro forma, Commander.

You know that.

I guess so.

If you want to know if Lamb's confession and suicide

gets you off the hook for not reporting

a possible sexual harassment among your junior officers...

That wasn't what I was asking.

The answer is no.

[Roberts] I was out on the weather deck,

but I could tell, he was sweating.

Anyone else?

Not that I recall.

Can you locate Williams and Holbarth?

Sure, if they're still in the Navy.

Go ahead through.

[Roberts] The DestroyerSheppard

docked at Pier Six this morning at Norfolk.

What are you going to do, Major?

I don't know. Something.

Shouldn't we call security at Norfolk?

If we did that, Harm's career would be ruined, Bud.

[sneezing]

Gesundheit.

Commander?

Lieutenant Commander Rabb.

Still standing the midwatch first night in port, huh?

Uh... so, Captain Spencer isn't expecting me

at the port authority, is he?

There is no Captain Spencer.

Well, what can I do for you?

I found this letter written by Lieutenant Schonke.

It was a terrible incident.

The fallout from that cost me a command.

It cost Diane her life.

Yeah. Of course.

Stupid thing for me to say.

I've been waiting for you to get back into port

so I could deliver this to you.

This isn't addressed to me.

It's a draft.

She gave the original to you.

She put this in her lockbox with letters I'd written her.

Agent Turkey returned them to me two years ago.

I, uh...

Well, I didn't find this one until just recently.

Read it, Commander.

[Schonke's voice] Your failure to address my sexual harassment complaints

leaves me no choice

but to seek redress through official channels.

I deeply regret having to take such action,

but unless you can convince me otherwise,

I will be filing a complaint when we dock at Norfolk.

I do this not for myself, for this cruise is nearly over,

but for those female officers

who will serve under your command in the future.

This was obviously written to Lieutenant Lamb.

She didn't serve under Lieutenant Lamb.

She served under you.

It's also unsigned.

It's inadmissible in a court-martial.

That night on the midwatch,

you tried to talk her out of filing the complaint.

When that failed, you told Lieutenant Lamb to try.

That's why he ran after her.

It also set him up as the fall guy for her murder.

Then you killed him, and you made it look like suicide.

That's preposterous. You'd be laughed out of court

with a set of assumptions like those.

I know that.

I'm not planning on going to court.

[Mackenzie] Harm? Don't!

Oh, my God.

Schonke...

No, I...

I didn't mean to.

I, uh... I'm sorry.

I... I didn't mean to...

[Holbarth yelling]

[yelling]

-I'll get help. -It won't do any good.

He was crushed between the hull and the dock.

How'd you know I was here?

Bud told me Turkey never served on the Seahawk.

The killer had to be Commander Holbarth or Lieutenant Williams.

I guessed Holbarth, since his ship docked today.

He thought you were Diane's ghost.

I didn't even think about that.

I was soaked, and Bud gave me one of Harriet's uniforms.

[sighs]

Would you have killed him?

We'll never know.

I know.

You were kissing her.